As they talked, she let her foot travel up and down his leg, knowing he enjoyed the touch, but enjoyed the fact that anyone watching knew that she was...interested only in him, and that their minds would be racing with fantasies of what they would be doing next. The shiver she d felt after that thought only had one source – the fact that she knew, no matter what the others fantasies were she would make his come true in ways they could not even imagine. She leaned in for a kiss and guided his hand. I saw her looking the other way on the corner of Woolsey. At first glance I knew the film in my head was real. Her very short, light brown hair sat atop big ears, a slender neck, well-toned arms and a dynamic, sleek build. He arms and legs are disproportionately long, and her facial angles sharp. Her breasts were perfectly rested on her frame. She was dressed in a delightfully odd mix of elegance and funk. A stunning Japanese blouse and unique scarf sat atop ripped jeans and dark red. When she recovered she remembered the whip. Slowly she rose to her feet up again and continued putting on the rubber/leather suit. Daddy had gone to the chamber and he came back with some more black, shiny gear. A shiny, latex hood, with holes in eyes and mouth was her headgear. Daddy helped her to put it on. It was really hard to breathe in it… and Amanda was already in panic. And now the best bit, he said! Amanda saw him pulling from the gear a similar size black dildo, that were already. In one of the last room on the hall, orgieswere taking place. Some of the missing students were inside enjoying wild sexwith each other. The sign over the window said, TRAINING ROOM. It was thenthat I heard screams from the final room. I ran to the end of the hall andlistened."Let me go, you sixties retro freak show!" Tiffany shouted. I peaked in theroom. The Nazi Waitress was strapping her to a chair in front of a TV."Quiet, or you will go back to the training room for another session.".